Post-modern Spirituality

My name, you ask? You are dying to know, I can tell. For I have watched you. I have seen you warring against yourself since the beginning of time, spilling your own blood for the right to call me by the names of your choosing. Part of you has imagined me as legion, or … Continue reading →

avant-garde (from French, “advance guard” or “vanguard”, literally “fore-guard”) are people or works that are experimental or innovative, particularly with respect to art, culture, and politics. The avant-garde pushes the boundaries of what is accepted as the norm or the status quo, primarily in the cultural realm. —Wikipedia The word “religion” does not appear in … Continue reading →

Ever wonder how many sunrises you have left in this life? If you are thinking of a number, please, stop whatever you are doing. You are not free here. Somebody owns the name you call yourself, and it isn’t you. This is what it means to say your days are numbered –in truth, they are … Continue reading →

I will start with three different viewpoints on the use of force to protect oneself and control others –three dramatically different perspectives that all seem to ring true. ARJUNA: Bhimsa and Drona are noble and ancient, worthy of the deepest reverence. How can I greet them with arrows, in battle? If I kill them, how can … Continue reading →

Thank you for joining me here. I’m glad someone other than me finds this kinda stuff interesting….though maybe I should count those chickens after I hatch this section. The premise of this section is to show that even the most widely accepted manifestation of binary structure –the pattern of 1’s and 0’s that make up … Continue reading →

Eternal Life is happening to all of us, here and now. It is not a private island of fantasies to look forward to after putting up with life on earth. It is not a carrot to be dangled in front of us as a reward for good behavior or proper belief. We don’t need a … Continue reading →

God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t like … Continue reading →